The windows on our patio sliders reflect when the sun shines on them. I don't suppose cranes knows that. Our crane spent the morning going from one door to another, peering at himself, flapping his wings, waiting, peering, flapping, waiting. walking round appearing agitated, approaching another patio door, peering, flapping, waiting. Does he feel rejected? Does he know it's him?
How many of us peer at ourselves without recognising our magnificence and move on -- rejecting the very self that longs for love?
Sending love to your magnificent self!
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